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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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| Wild wind rose, I belong to no one How do sparrows tell the story of the fading colour of a tree, the tallest tree in town till the stone mounds appeared the mounds which don't let you see the sky. Flying is falsely accepted now and only on the edge of town, the fall is barely making victims in the parks... I wonder hopelessly amidst the lines searching for the horizon that made me dream, but I find it harder and harder still to see beneath my borred hat...
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